Oh, cruel irony of fate! I attended a Black Lives Matter demonstration just as the nation started to move into the holiday slumber. How did I get to such a point, you ask? I was visiting with family and one of the young ladies in my extended brood — driver’s permit age — had planned a demonstration near the town’s main thoroughfare.
The young lady’s mom and other relations deftly stepped away from any involvement in the affair, (more…)